Resistance

Against 
the wind
feels
angry
helpless
Standing
still
feels
free

Behind the clouds

Dawn finds

Lady Sun

hidden

but hinting

with flags

of subtle color

at her

triumphant

return

Two perspectives

The cold wind

whispers

ominously

under a blank

gray

sky

and my body

rejects

what feels

too abrupt

a shift

But 

green

is accelerating

exploding leaves

and rolling across

lawns

like an unstoppable

wave

Crossroads

Dry 

cattails

rattle

and creak

and chickadees

pipe

the same

two note song

as in winter

The leaves

have barely emerged

some branches

still dead-bare

but a bullfrog

purrs

out on a sandbar

and the mud smells

like summer

all seasons

meet here

Goal

Can I

be

like you

Lady Sun

and illuminate

the clouds

from within

transforming

darkness

to violet

indigo

and rose?

Playful

Clouds

whisper

like playful

conspirators

before

running off

for a game

of tag

with Lady Sun

and 

the raindrops

Mindful

A leaf curled
a bud furled
a raindrop
poised 
to fall
one note
of birdsong
a flash
of reflected light
a moment
of peace
held
heard
heeded

Ominous

Out the window

an empty field

an ominous sky

clouds fractured

like eggshells

the air waiting

for

the wind 

to change

In her wake

Would

I be

disrespectful

if I hitched

a ride

on your

sparkling

train

of water

and light

Lady Sun?

Memory's ocean

As a child

I raced the waves

that teased fingers

to my toes

then playfully

retreated

faster

than my feet could

scamper

leaving 

silky sand

sparkling

with silica

that held

my footprints

for a moment

before

they were erased

by the next wave

Whimsical adventures

I want

to catch

the cloud train

or maybe board

a cloud ship

even untie

a cloud kayak

and paddle away

on this sea

of bluest

blue

Geometrical

Human-made pond and restored wetland

Nature's 

shapes

are rarely

geometrical

No trees

in measured rows

no neatly cut

corners

Nature

meanders

muses

and mirrors

Her lines

are all curves

or blurred

or erased

Nature offers

Nature

offers

no opinions

though

she may

have them

refrains

from

laying down

her pain

against mine

though 

her injuries

are countless

Instead

she brings me

birdsong

breezes

budding

tree and flower

She brings

me peace

and asks

only 

for peace

in return

Tulip Dreams

Are you still sleeping

dreaming

in color

of dancing

bowing

and dipping

on slender stems?

Are you awakening

stretching

each

slim leaf

reaching

tenatatively

for the sun?

More Magic

One leaf
now two
so
tired life
renews
frayed
and seared
at the edges
but
growing

Magic

It seems 
a miracle
or at least
a magic trick
the grass 
so green
after April snow
as though
Winter
threw a
brilliant 
white 
cloth
over the ground
then pulled
it aside
ta da
to reveal
emerald

Increments

Three 

by

three

by

three

daylight

returns

in ticks

of time

as imperceptible

as the slow

progress

of clouds

from overcast

to patches

of clear

Dream vacation

Imagining

basking

on a cloud beach

beside

a sky blue

ocean

Companions

Our human systems
suggest
military metaphors
Spring in retreat
The sun surrenders
But nature
suggests
all moments
converge
merge
mingle
Winter
and Spring
hold hands
before
parting

Present

I hear

the stream's murmur

and the busy

conversation

of a gathering

of birds

Even a rooster crowing

in the distance

Absent

is the hum

of a thousand wheels

on the highway

a quarter mile

south

Playing along?

Offer
the wind
an instrument
of human design
The wind
responds
with 
a meandering
code
that 
dwindles
off
in
questions

Snow Between

All day

Lady Sun

plays 

tag

with Winter

and

the wind

Unclear

near twilight

who's winning

Still abides

The wind

is cold

with the edge

of winter's bite

but Lady Sun

still brings

her color

and fire

to keep us warm

from inside

Mystery

Early on

what lay 

ahead

was hidden

Would 

the fog clear

Would the sky

still be blue

Would the grass

turn green

like an

accelerated

film

Would Lady Sun

emerge

and dispell

our gloom

Early on

all we had

was hope

Crocus

Second
in color
only to
first green
A jewel
among 
the dusty
leavings
of winter
Soon
tree blossoms
like garnet anenomes
then
the rainbow
of tulips
the gold cups
of daffodils

Footprints

Who left

these

cloudy footprints

skipping

faster

and faster

across

a bright

morning

sky?

Wish

I could
dive
into the blue
and swim
upward
until
my face 
broke
the sapphire surface
of heaven

Slow

The dismal
drizzle
clings
stubbornly
The clouds
muffle
the sun
and
mask
the blue
Every
thing
is
gray

Overcast

In a nearby tree

a robin sings

but

the glowering clouds

sit sullen

and even the air

feels

apprehensive

Spring Chorus

Three days

sun

and the last

of the ice

is gone

The frogs 

have awakened

to the urgency

of spring

Their individual voices

blend

into an electric

creak-creak

that stops

with hushed precision

at my approach